Happy Towel Day

When I landed in the UK almost eleven years ago I had some knowledge of how England 'worked' via my work colleagues who enjoyed inserting Cockney Rhyming Slang into business meetings (I used to think it was a long ploy to get me to say inappropriate things), Monty Python, and a fellow named Douglas Adams.... Continue Reading →

Pep talk for London Marathon Peoples.

Dear London Marathoner Person, Tomorrow you will be completing your first... your second... your fifteenth... your thirty first... marathon.  I write 'will be' because that is what you will be doing.  You might be doing it quickly, with the wind at your back and a song in your heart.  You might be doing it slowly,... Continue Reading →

Look out, senior (Logan) runner!

When searching for a generic image of senior runners (or retired runners, or pensioner runners) I found out that a legit Google search exists in the auto-fill for over-40 running blogs. And I realised, this is (most of the time) an over-40 running blog. ... Sigh. I've been missing again, having promised I would write... Continue Reading →

The sun ritual.

When I was younger, much younger than most of you reading (I like to think I attract a hip, young audience to my blog that I sometimes write in once a year) I went to a small Catholic school in Florida.  We were tiny, so tiny that when someone new came in it was like... Continue Reading →

SUPER HIPPIE

Every day I grow closer to joining the commune. While I am a total advocate for modern medicine, fully believe in vaccinations and check-ups, I have found myself slowly going down the slippery slope of hippiedom. First, it was giving up the car and biking everywhere except when I need a car and I borrow... Continue Reading →

The Grand Old Duke of York

When I lived in Texas a trip "around the corner" averaged about 200-300 miles.  I got very used to being in a car for a couple of hours to go anywhere outside of my home city.  In fact, I got used to being in a car for several hours to anywhere inside of my city.... Continue Reading →

Commingled Commuter

A little more than ten years ago I gave up owning a car.  Moving from a huge city - Houston, TX - to a city founded well before anyone thought roads need be more than a single track for you and your favourite oxen - Oxford - required a change of priorities. I started on... Continue Reading →

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